Reviews

Business Casual

Omaha foursome Beep Beep earns a big fat "D" for their freshman effort. That's D as in depraved, deranged, deviant, and disturbing. Business Casual is as upsetting as Edison's "Electrocuting an Elephant," but tons more perverse and arousing.

Saddle Creek's newest, most iconoclastic band completely bucks the label's image of mawkish pretty boys and their folk-rock guitars bemoaning some form of lost innocence. Chris Hughes howls and shrieks like a junk-sick tranny while anxious, angular post-punk guitar freak-outs coil like the red-hot end of a cigarette lighter. During the lecherous "Giggle Giggle," Hughes' vocal screeches swing from maniacal cackling to oversexed, effeminate coos and when he tosses off a line like, "Your crotch is splayed open like a coin purse," in "Electronic Wolves" there's no mistaking that the band's inappropriateness is what makes Beep Beep so damn fun.